Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.